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Memorial Day and the beating hearts in our home
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"IN FLANDERS FIELDS"- Lt. Col. John McRae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
I awoke this morning to the gentle sound of my littlest boy's breath. It came in and out; a sweet and constant cadence.
Alive.
I crept from his room (from whence he had beckoned me with growing pains in the darkest hours of night,) and returned to my own, where I opened the Word of God and read.
Freely.
And I thought of the nations who don't know this type of religious and personal freedom. The freedom to seek the Lord while He may be found, and celebrate His Salvation as a family.
And I thought of my son, still breathing peacefully in his room just above my own. Safe and sound.
And I thought of the mothers throughout our union who woke up this morning, missing the assuring rhythm of their child's breath. That cadence has ceased. Those hearts beat no more.
And I thought how those two truths go hand in hand: The freedom and the sacrifice. Yes. The heart beating peacefully and those that have ceased.
Today our family prayed around the breakfast table, before we enjoyed our donuts sprinkled with red, white, and blue. "Thank you Lord, for the privilege of living in America. Bless those who have given the ultimate sacrifice of their very lives (or the lives of their loved ones). Please grow in the hearts of my sons a respect, a reverence and a responsibility as citizens of these Untied States of America. And, I humbly ask, that you continue to bless us here in America. Yes. God, please bless America."
Welcome to those joining us this Memorial weekend from A Holy Experience and Women Living Well.
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Oh,thank you for the beautiful reminder to remember the gift of freedom.. the ones who paid the price for our children to breathe and live and laugh and love here. Your post is powerful and your family's beautiful! (And we sprinkled our pancakes with those same colors today 
) Stopping by from Ann's
) Stopping by from Ann's
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Positively Alene
3:25 PM on May 29, 2012
What a beautiful post. So thankful to live in this great nation where we are FREE. FREE to celebrate Jesus every moment of every day. Blessings
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Cynthia Swenson
3:27 PM on June 1, 2012
I just read your home page and I love your mess & your honesty! I think it's a blessing to realize we are a mess because we don't need Jesus if we can't admit that. The wonderful news is that He of course is the Master Housekeeper (the Author, Perfector, & Finisher of our faith). Less of me & more of Him is my prayers, Love & prayers, in Jesus, Cynthia
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